Page 66 of Their Perfect Omega

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Everything was numb. I couldn’t let myself feel anything other than nothing as we sat in the back of an SUV on the way to the hospital.

Marcus had insisted on coming with us but was giving us space by sitting in the front with the driver. He was on his phone anyway.

I didn’t understand Tate’s dad at all. One second, he was all alpha asshole, and the next he seemed to get it completely without asking any more questions. We didn’t have to tell him. It was like he just somehow knew. I guessed it made sense given he was in a pack himself.

Cal’s leg was bouncing non-stop next to me, occasionally hitting my leg and making me jump out of the thoughts I’d buried myself under.

“Kayla and her pack aren’t answering their phones.” Alvaro had been trying to call them since we’d gotten into the SUV.

“Airplane,” Tate mumbled.

“What?” Alvaro was texting Kayla now instead of trying to call.

“If Kara is in the hospital, they would have called her family who would then have called her. They are probably on a plane coming here.” Tate was worrying even me. He was usually the strong one, keeping the rest of us from falling apart. I needed him not to fall apart.

“Why would they shoot Anya?” Jonathan had asked that a few times, but none of us had an answer for him.

Marcus turned in his seat. “I was able to get ahold of my contact in Pack Health. When the agents couldn’t locate your bus last night, they looked into your credit cards, including your betas’. They found credit card purchases on Anya’s credit card and had enough reason to trace her phone location. There was an incident with the dog and that’s all he could tell me.”

I bit the inside of my cheek so hard to stop myself from losing it that I tasted blood. Our omega. Our beta. Our dog.

We could lose them all. In one night. Everything.

Cal grabbed my hand for the second time. “It’s going to be okay. It has to be.”

“Sir, we’re just about there. Where would you like me to drop you off?” The driver put on his turn signal, and as soon as he turned right, I could see the hospital down the street.

“The back. I arranged for us to use the staff elevator.” Marcus had the phone to his ear again.

“Why are you doing this?” Tate finally tore his gaze away from the window.

“It’s your pack, son. Am I happy we have to cancel the show? No, but if you went out there like this...” He shook his head, not finishing his thought. “You’re my son.”

He hadn’t said a word about our omega, but probably because of the driver. I still wasn’t a hundred percent certain that Marcus hadn’t put all of this in motion in the first place, but then, why would he be helping us?

We stopped outside an employee’s only entrance at the back of the hospital and scrambled out, not sure where the fuck we were headed, but knowing we needed to get to Kara.

An employee opened the door, and we followed him to an elevator. “Do you know what floor you’re headed to?”

“Surgery.” Jonathan looked terrified. Anya was his world, and she was upstairs somewhere having a bullet dug out of her.

Was Kara having the same thing done? I growled at the thought and Cal squeezed my hand that I didn’t even realize he was still holding.

Please be okay.

I’d already lost one omega, and before that, I’d lost my parents because they believed alphas and omegas were abominations.

I sure felt like one now as the elevator flew upwards. We couldn’t protect our omega and now she was in a hospital bed, possibly dying.

“We need the seventh floor,” Marcus said as the elevator stopped on the second.

“Go. I’ll text you once I know more about Anya.” Jonathan quickly got off the elevator.

“Need special clearance to go to the seventh floor.” That was all the man had to say for us to know that’s where any omegas were.

Marcus turned toward him.“You’ll take us to the seventh floor.”His bark was strong enough that I was even tempted to take us there myself, even though I had no clue how.

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